Azeroth’s Death Track

The temperature in Northrend is still as cold as before. No matter how the outside climate changes, this place is like an ever-changing cold hell like when it was just born.

The further north you go, the colder the air permeates, especially after entering the Icecrown Glacier, the super glacier that existed in ancient times, the cruel climate is really not suitable for the survival of mortals, only the strongest life, Only you are eligible to live on this ice sheet, and here, all the food you can find will also treat you as food.

Demons are all fond of heat and fear cold. Except for some naturally weird ones, no demon will take the initiative to step into this deserted restricted area of ​​life. The devil also suffered a lot in this weird climate.

Queen Saloras came to Icecrown Glacier for the first time, and like all the previous guests here, she hated it very much when she smelled the first breath of air, but the fraudster asked her to come here for a while, and she couldn't Disobedience to the Trickster's orders, especially in light of the threat posed by Kassanatiel and his vicious entourage, ultimately overwhelms physical disgust.

Wearing a heavy cloak, the Shadow Daughter walked alone on the road of Icecrown Glacier. Around her body, the cold wind and mist that could freeze any life in an instant lingered, but she couldn't get close to Saloras. After all, she is a high-level demon, even if she is seriously injured, she will still not be defeated by this mere coldness.

And just when the devil really entered the outer ring of the glacier, she stood on a snow-covered hillside. Through the gloomy air, she saw the black iron that almost surrounded the entire glacier in the vast snow field. The wall is like a giant black snake coiled on the ice field. The steel wall is covered with pale ice edges, making it look like it was not poured at all, but more like growing on the glacier Same.

It seems to have completely merged with the glacier.

And in front of the black city wall is a towering dark spire, full of sharp, evil and cold temperament, like a spear piercing the sky, and like a city reflecting the real hell.

It was Icecrown Citadel, the residence of the Lich King, the base camp of the Scourge that had been silent for a long time, an unknown dark settlement, the largest vanguard of the Burning Legion hidden in Azeroth.

That is the legion established by the Lich King selected by Kil'jaeden. It is directly under the management of the Trickster and does not interact with any forces. In the past ten years, it has been like a behemoth hibernating in the cold winter , never waking up, never moving, as if it had withered.

The irony is that this force, which has been almost forgotten by everyone, has become the only life-saving straw in the hands of Queen Saloras at this time. In a world where the level is not high, is it forced to a real dead end?

It's almost like an irony from fate...

Wow, wow

A huge blue frost bone dragon, almost entirely made of the breath of death, flapped its wings and flew over from the never-ending cold wind and snow, like a silent beast flying in the air, and finally landed silently on the ground. In front of Queen Saloras, the cold wind blew up her black hood, revealing those purple eyes, and the power of shadow flowed in those beautiful eyes.

In front of her eyes, a female death knight jumped off the dragon. She walked quickly to Queen Sarolas, bowed to her, and said dryly:

The master has already heard the news of the arrival of the distinguished guest, please follow me, guest! The master is waiting for you.

The Shadow Daughter didn't answer immediately. She was looking at the death knight in front of her. This was a human woman with pale and thin skin, dry hair, and a slightly twisted figure. The bright red wounds have become dry and cracked.

She looks ugly, dark, and has an untimely madness and dullness. In those blue eyes, there is no trace of flexible thinking. In fact, this body has long since lost its own will. In this pale body resides a wriggling and broken dazed soul.

This is the undead!

The real undead, the disgusting and pitiful undead...

Those of the Dark Blade Legion are not undead at all, they are a group of crazy monsters bred by death... Wait, Dark Blade Legion?

Queen Saloras's eyes became a little weird, she couldn't help stretching out her hand and rubbing her forehead:

But I have never seen the Dark Blade Undead! Oh, yes, I heard those losers say, ah, I am really dizzy, probably because I am too tired.

She shook her head, as if there was a black singularity in her mind, imperceptibly pushing her away from that dangerous topic, and she didn't care too much. The Shadow Daughter stepped forward and sat behind the Frost Dragon. After a short flight, she passed through the increasingly majestic and thick snowflakes at high altitude, and was sent directly to the highest point of Icecrown Fortress, on the glacier platform in front of the Frozen Throne.

Saloras jumped down from behind the bone dragon, she stood firmly on the platform, and in front of her eyes, at the end of the steps covered with snow and ice, the ice cubes exuding endless cold air were placed on the ice On the throne, there is a huge and obedient invisible soul, extending from it, using its own unique perspective to observe the high-level demon in front of it.

Queen Saloras could feel that gaze, as if being watched by a tired old man.

I have received orders from the fraudster.

The Lich King Ner'zhul's signature lithe and tired voice sounded in the ears of the Shadow Daughter, just like a obedient and old servant, he whispered:

Please feel free to live here, Ms. Saloras, the meaning of your existence is very important to the fate of the fraudster, so you can tell me if you have any needs, life on this ice sheet may not be Comfortable, but trust me... there's enough here to keep you safe.

Um.

Saloras didn't like the cold soul in front of her, and she didn't want to say too much, but just before she turned to leave, the Lich King's low voice sounded again, and this time, it carried a faint inquiry.

Please wait a moment, guest, I have a... small question.

This call made the Shadow Girl turn her head, she looked at the ice of the Lich King, the soul sealed in it was beating strange light in the refraction of the ice, it looked like a faint star point Same.

Why didn't I know that the undead still have such a strong curiosity?

The Shadow Daughter said casually, looking at Ner'zhul's ice cube, she said:

Say it, since you have served the fraudsters for so long, I will try my best to satisfy your curiosity.

Well, it's not too important.

The Lich King's low-pitched laughter rang out on this platform, the laughter was so clear, but there was no one around, it looked somewhat weird and permeating.

I just want to ask you, after all, you are the most trusted confidant of the fraudster, I want to know, I have been waiting in this world for so long, ten years, more than ten years, I already feel too tired, I think Ask, fraudster, when will I be given the order to spread death to every corner of the world, waiting, it is too painful.

The Lich King's question stunned Queen Saloras, and she said softly:

Do you hate this world so much? Would you like it to die before your eyes?

No, it's not about hate, ma'am.

Ner'zhul the Lich King said in a calm tone:

I don't like this world, but I don't hate this world either. Its existence doesn't have any special meaning to me. The reason I want to destroy it is simple. When I came here and became the vanguard of the legion For a moment, the fraudster promised me that at the moment this world dies, I will be truly free...

free...

Ner'zhul's voice was like fluff in the wind, like the low whistling of the north wind:

The only thing I'm still longing for, I'm so tired...I don't want to wait any longer, Deceiver... When will he come to destroy this world, when will he set me free? Can you tell me? Miss.

I have no idea.

Queen Saloras replied bluntly:

It's not that I'm perfunctory, it's that I really don't know, but...you may be able to wait, maybe that day won't be too long, maybe, maybe you can still see with your own eyes how the world was lit by the fraudsters What about that moment?

Will we see him soon?

Ner'zhul whispered:

That would be... great.

He seemed relieved, and seemed to have all the answers.

That huge and cold soul became silent, just like the calm at the beginning. Seeing that he should have no other problems, Queen Saloras turned around and planned to leave this bone-chilling glacier platform, but just The moment before she stepped into the teleportation circle shining with necromantic runes, the magic circle was suddenly activated, and a slender elf wearing a black swordsman's robe appeared in front of Queen Saloras in the teleportation light.

The two looked at each other, and the Shadow Girl was in a trance. The stern-faced elf made the Shadow Girl feel very familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere before, and when Saro Lasi was hesitating, the big man standing in front of her Lord Tyrion waved to her very familiarly, and greeted her in a friendly way:

We met again so soon...It's really a fate.

Before Queen Saloras could finish her short thoughts, the high lord's interlaced fingers made a crisp sound, as if she had turned on a switch that didn't exist, causing her to lose control of her body and soul again. It was like entering that weird time-suspended state instantly.

The great lord ignored Queen Saloras who was standing there like a puppet. He put his hands together and walked straight to the Frozen Throne in the severe cold. The lord raised his head and looked at the ice block above the stairs where the soul was frozen. He said:

I rushed over after receiving your message, so, what's going on? Will Kil'jaeden come to this world? If he is coming, how long do I have to prepare?

Facing the high lord's inquiry, Ner'zhul's soul slowly replied:

The fraudster didn't tell me this, obviously, he didn't trust me that much, he just asked me to mobilize the elite of the Scourge... and shelter that devil chick, but this also proves that your plan is half successful , Well, a little bit... The fraudster feels the pressure, but from the meaning of what this devil chick said, I can feel that Kil'jaeden is probably still hesitating.

That demon, he is a very thoughtful leader, he is not so easy to put his fate in an adventure, even if he finally makes a decision, it may take a while to wait and see, even if the opponent on the surface has already With the ability to overturn the table.

This answer made the great lord nod his head, he glanced back at Queen Sarolas, and said:

So in other words, we did put pressure on Kil'jaeden, but it wasn't enough pressure, it wasn't enough pressure for him to make an immediate decision, and he thought he had the ability to control the situation, alas...sometimes I really I am very envious of these confident people, and I don’t know what material their unreasonable confidence is made of, and it is so strong.”

But it's nothing... It is said that the will is the strongest wonder in the world, and it can never be pierced, but I don't believe that there is an indestructible will in this world. The fraudster may have confidence in himself, but we all I know, what he actually relies on is just the favor from Sargeras.

The great lord smiled, turned around, and hooked his fingers to the puppet-like Queen Saloras behind him, and said softly:

We need to put more pressure on him and the system he maintains, make him focus on one thing and lose another, make him toss and turn, make him burnt out... make him have to be like a dead fish, make him have to give up thinking and put all his eggs in one basket...

Well, I suddenly remembered some people, some people I didn't like very much, some people who never wanted to settle down, some people who were crazy chasing wars, and I thought everything they did was just a little bit Noisy, but now it seems...

They... might actually come in handy!

Let us, give him some, a little pressure!